The Dugu sisters carefully explained the whole story from beginning to end. Even they did not think this delicate, gentle woman could do anything about the savage pirate bands on the Lizhi Sea, but things had come this far. Surely they could not start with a tiger's head and end with a snake's tail, merely going through the motions?
A pirate band numbering a hundred, every one of them a seasoned fighter in the Three Heavens Realms-this was no longer something an individual or a lineage could handle. Only a cultivation tradition could resolve it, and a major one at that.
Among the people they had approached before, not one had failed to look troubled upon hearing the full story. They came strutting like warriors and left slinking away-that was a true picture of them. The sisters understood, and they had no right to demand that others pay with their lives for their troubles.
That was why they had grown increasingly disheartened in Mirage Tower. They had thought that draping themselves in the tiger skin of the Prince's Manor would open every door, only for reality to teach them a lesson.
But this White Immortal seemed somewhat different?
The sisters were keen observers. They clearly noticed that when they mentioned the Wind-Chasing Pirates, the woman's expression did not change at all. No, that was not quite right-the corner of her mouth seemed to twitch. Was that disdain?
Bai Qingqian listened to their account as though it were an inconsequential story. Still as graceful and poised as ever, she said unhurriedly:
"I see. That is a little troublesome, but there's no need for you two to worry. There's always a way. Thieves cannot be allowed to desecrate Shanmen Quanzhen's goods either. How about this? I'll ask the head of the household...